As I step onto the sidewalk, a girl slowly passes by on a bicycle, "That was fucked up," she says. I must say I agree.
My instincts tell me to step back, but I feel reassured that she at least smiled at me, so I continue on.
Now I'm feeling angry 'cause it triggered a sensation in me like someone just tried to run me over...
I'm about a quarter of the way through the crosswalk at this point and I can see her waving at me to continue through her windshield.
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